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finally placed one on my head, I felt the soft weight settle against my scalp. Cool fibers brushing the raw skin. A line of relief moved through me like warmth.
Lucia adjusted the hairline, brushed it, parted it. She stepped back, eyes narrowed, and said, “Turn.”
I turned.
She fixed the sides, tapped the top, and nodded once. “This one.”
When she held continue reading …
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